(What's you got)

Quit my job flipped off the boss, took my name of the payroll
(screw you man)
Picked up my cell rang my baby's bell said I'm three miles from home
I said "Sugar why don't you put on that sundress I like so much
Wait out by the road, I'm coming to pick you up"

Throw your suitcase in the back
Done gassed up the Pontiac
Blasting out to Johnny Cash, heading for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever coming back

It's four hundred and sixty seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas
What do you say we go get married by a preacher man who looks like Elvis (yeah momma)
Sugar, don't you worry 'bout telling your momma goodbye
We'll send her a souvenir postcard from the wild side

Throw your suitcase in the back
Done gassed up the Pontiac
Blasting out to Johnny Cash, heading for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever coming back

Throw your suitcase in the back
Done gassed up the Pontiac
Blasting out to Johnny Cash, heading for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever coming back
(Fuey)

Hear that train a coming, rolling round the bend
The man in black is gonna rock your ass again